Biography of Forrest Hainline
I am a trial lawyer living in San Francisco. As Jacques Maritain observed, poetry is the divination of the spiritual in the things of sense; for me, poetry is a place of calm, insight, and healing. I also find solace in my family and the martial art, Aikido. Thank you for reading my poems; I hope at least one of them touches you and helps you order your world.
Forrest Hainline Poems
Kiss kiss kiss I will Again and again hold you Touch you taste you kiss
In April, when spray begins to spring Lilacs and daffodils can be found Pulsing up from the dead ground And birds long gone return to sing
Accept the future In all its uncertainties A gift to open
General Prologue 17: The Wife Of Bath - ...
A good Wife was there of beside Bath, But she was somewhat deaf, and that was scathe. Of cloth making she had such a haunt She passed them of Ypres and of Ghent.
General Prologue 18: The Parson - Geoffr...
A good man was there of religion, And was a poor Parson of a town, But rich he was of holy thought and work. He was also a learned man, a clerk,
General Prologue 16: The Doctor Of Physi...
With us there was A Doctor of Physic; In all this world was there none him like, To speak of physic and of surgery, For he was grounded in astronomy.
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Knight's Tale, Par...
The Knight's Tale, Part 4 Sequitur pars quarta
Fibonacci - Water (Variation 2)
Weeds Water Form patterns Water forms patterns
General Prologue 13: The The Haberdasher...
A Haberdasher and a Carpenter, A Weaver, a Dyer, and a Tapestrer – And they were clothed all in a livery Of a solemn and a great fraternity.
Geoffrey Chaucer, To Rosamund - (Forrest...
Madame, you be of all beauty shrine As far as circled is the mappamund, For as the crystal glorious you shine, And like ruby be your cheeks round.
General Prologue 06: The Prioress - Geof...
There was also a Nun, a Prioress, That of her smiling was full simple and coy. Her greatest oath was but by Saint Loy; And she was called Madame Eglantine.
General Prologue 07: The Monk - Geoffrey...
A monk there was, a fair for the mastery, An outrider, that loved venery, A manly man, to be an abbot able. Full many a dainty horse had he in stable,
Fog On The Golden Gate
Fog so thick you can't See the bridge - Just hear fog horns Signaling danger
In the pier’s elbow A sea lion turns in time To the wave’s rhythm
Sun just low enough
To shine beneath my bill cap
Morning light, bring peace
© 2009 Forrest Hainline